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Thom Mollohan

Crimson Harvest

Synopsis

In the nail-biting, edge-of-your-seat styles of Ted Dekker and Frank Peretti! Could there be more than meets the eye in the handsome and charming Gage who has won over Heather's friend, Jillian? Sixteen-year-old Heather is a girl who just wants to fit in and have fun. But one night of breaking the rules sets into motion a terrifying series of events that launches her into a mystery that has at its heart an ancient evil. Pulled into a world of darkness and fear that will nearly destroy her, her family, and her faith, can light yet overcome the darkness? What people are saying about Crimson Harvest: "Wow... Expertly written." "Crimson Harvest is a fascinating work...." "The plot is well thought out and riveting dialogue sets the scene...." "This is a powerful read."

Author Biography

Thom Mollohan is an author, speaker, writer, teacher, pastor (of a wonderful family of Believers in Pathway Community Church!), former campus minister, previous church planter… blah, blah, blah. What he is especially proud of being, however, is a father to four awesome kids and a husband to an amazing woman! What he is most unworthy of being called is that of child and servant of God (Ephesians 3:8). Thom is the author of THE FAIRY TALE PARABLES (Classic Fairy Tales Pointing to God's Love and Truth), CRIMSON HARVEST (a Christian thriller novel on the power of God’s grace to overcome darkness), and A HEART AT HOME WITH GOD (a collection of "kingdom of God lessons" learned in the context of family life.

Author Insight

The weight of care of a parent for her child...

Nothing demonstrates love so much as the sacrifices that love makes for another. A mother or father's suffering for a child is an echo of the kind of love that Jesus' death on the cross demonstrates.
Heather's mother and father will both bear the marks of their love for their child... just as Jesus' own flesh bears the marks of His love for us.

Book Excerpt

Crimson Harvest

Martin smiled and nodded warmly. “Hi, folks. Sorry to bust up the party, but . . . well, this is going to be a little tough, and I don’t think you’ll want an audience, Mr. Constance.”

Heather’s dad groaned. “I was hoping that I wouldn’t need any of this. But I figured that somebody might come along and burst my bubble.”

“Oh, it’s not going to be all that bad,” laughed Martin.

“You’ll be okay, honey,” said Heather’s mother, rising to her feet. “Heather and I can go to the cafeteria and have something to drink.”

“No! Don’t leave me!” Heather’s dad playfully exclaimed.

“Sorry, dear,” his wife said smiling, kissing him lightly. “No pain, no gain.”

“Your sympathy is touching,” he sighed in reply.

“Bye, Dad,” Heather said as she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. She then walked towards the door. “Have fun!” she called over her shoulder as she and her mother left the room.

“See you guys in a little while!” she heard him call after her as she and her mother walked slowly down the hall towards the elevator.

“I think I’d like a cup of hot tea,” her mother said as they rode the elevator down to the cafeteria level.

“Not me,” replied Heather. “I want a cappuccino as sweet as I can get it.” They laughed together as the doors opened and they stepped out into the corridor towards the cafeteria. They passed people in the hallway, not dwelling on their worries or hurts but simply enjoying the gift of each other’s company as they walked along together.

Yet, with each glance her mother cast her way, Heather could discern a weight of care, the care of a mother for her daughter. The awareness that she was the object of such a powerful kind of love was both comforting and frightening. She knew that such love made her mother vulnerable to pain and grief as nothing else could. The wounds on her face could hardly tell the tale of the wounds that Heather had wrought on her mother’s heart. Her eyes became a little moist, so she kept her face turned away until she composed herself. She silently prayed a prayer of thanksgiving for the gift of such a godly mother.